Thanks for the interest in the project, Arthur. Here’s a clue: At first we didn’t understand what the loss of progression meant. We just stood there, staring at each other, thinking that everything would be fine. It was the first pestilence - the first of many in this new era -  that made us realize how fragile we were. No hopes without medicine. No medicine without math. No math allowed with the cleric standing there, like an army, ready to wipe every single string of intelligence from this world. 

It was clear, we needed a revolution. One fought with the only weapon we knew and they didn’t understand: chemistry. There’s nothing more far away from a draft, but still, regression is also this. We defeated many diseases in time, but without progression, we are doomed to become fragile and disease are destined to grow. Pest, Colera, damn, even Flu is gonna be there. Only the ones who acknowledge medicine can survive and start the revolution. Let me know what you think, i’m getting there, in one week i hope to have enough clear ideas to start writing the first chapter.